Fresh from Elementary classesin the Urban Ghetto Comprehensivesthe zero minded ragamuffins and one parent urchinsstuttered they were playing mind games and NLP manipulationsI asked the pathetic witless simpletons to explain all about it to me" that's silly " they replied, "how are we supposed to know, when we have no minds of our ownwe just do as they tell us, we are never taught to use our mindsjust another brick in the wall....."

That's the way its always been......!!!

Boris Johnson....Eton, Oxford University, *** laude StudentScholarship winner. Someone please explain why the Elites and Ruling class are always highly educated and always end up superior to the commoners. Do they know something we don't know, afterall we are the majority and majority always win or are we only capable of obstructing only one black man. Why are we always losers? Anyway back to the Revolution, solidarity comrades....Down with the Black Prince!!!Hey, lets get him to **** a sixteen year old girl...!

There’s a swan on the line,Taking your time,So bow to the seagull in Jewels.

The Burberry is real this time,But the face still spits and scathes At those below his mental might,It is Golden muscles this time,Not concrete knuckles,That deliver this slap in the face.

We all sigh,And roll our eyes,Cocking our heads like the red-eyed PheasantThat lies flattened on the next track over.

‘Vikings’=references how it was during the Viking rule of Britain that it became law that the royals own the swans.‘Burberry is real’=how Chavs or negative depictions of the lower class often show them wearing counterfeit designer gear, usually Burberry.‘Red eyed pheasant’=how the needs of the upper classes (swans) can be prioritised over the lower classes (pheasants), plus the red curve that is underneath a pheasants eye.

Just woke up and realized all the reasons I was battling with in my sleep to sleep on weren't reasonable but they seemed perfectly right till I woke up. So many moments like these I'm sure all of you guys can relate. Oh that confusion when you wake up, like where the heck am I?

27 times I've been reminded thatThese bones aren't going to hold me foreverAnd these feet will forget how to runBut I told myself they never found a need toInstead simulating a universeWhere they had power

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There's a cruel joke in there somewhereThat playing House as kidsDidn't include a guide on howTo reach that threshold in the first place.Learning that hands were made to be usedWhen cookingAnd compromise was the cornerstone of loveWhen cleaning

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I haven't really sat down to compose something that sounds coherent. Have some recent thought rambles from the last few months, instead.